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I can actually contribute to this topic! I've been seeing an amazing girl who's definitely around 300 and we've definitely encountered some of the problems you've mentioned, but are open and communicative enough to work around them and improvise. The first time I went down on her I almost suffocated. She's definitely more top heavy but has pretty big thighs too, and between those, her pussy fat, and big belly it took me a minute to figure out how I could perform effectively without asphyxiating. What we usually do, that is an amazing turn on for me, is getting a firm grip on all her softness and holding her belly up while I go down. This kind of stretches the fat pad enough where I can come up for air, and it seems like she really enjoy when I hold on to her and go to work. She never wanted to go on top but I told her how much I'd appreciate the view and get to take a break and just run my hands all over her so we tried it. It was amazing for me just having her up there rocking back and forth, her belly jiggling right in front of me. A word of caution, however: I'm a pretty fit and strong guy who works out regularly, but attempting to kind of thrust up in there while she's riding on top really made my hip flexors sore. If she was any heavier I could definitely see it possible straining or popping a hip. Just enjoy the ride if you have a very big girl on top and don't try to out do yourself. I almost learned the hard way. We've had no problem with doggy besides the initial finding of the correct hole, but this is one of the best for penetrating and holding on to juicy booty and love handles. Another greater way for penetration with a bigger girl is putting their legs in the air. Like someone else mentioned, with all the belly, it will be impossible to kiss them. Hell, in regular missionary it can be a challenge to kiss them and keep on pumping. Moral of the story: it's totally possible to have amazing sex with a really big girl with some modifications, encouragement, and maneuvering. And this just got me really in the mood for our sleepover tonight. ?

Man was I pleasantly surprised when I came across this show last night. Last time I saw Katy was probably in East Bound & Down or a more recent rerun of Mike & Molly. I've always a crush on her, she was always curvier than the average actress but wow she is perfection now. There were a couple other beautiful bigger women in the show as well. I'll definitely keep watching but I know people are going to call "skinny shaming" on the show sooner or later, because, you know, a bigger girl isn't allowed to be sexy.

Thank you, I appreciate that. Stay tuned there is much more to come! But just to tease you a little bit, let's just say Emma's change of heart doesn't necessarily coincide with Lauren's plans to go public with her design It's going to be a race against time to shut down the operation before fat girls everywhere have the option of artificially looking skinny -- with breaks in between the actions for some food and fat play, of course.

Part 2 is here after a much anticipated wait. Okay, so like a day, and by like probably a half dozen of you. This second part brings us to the actual date, the idea of societal standards, and eventually embracing individuality and femininity in all it's forms. Because let's face it. There's someone out there for everyone, and no one should have to change who they are to appease others. Enjoy! PS -- There's some X-rated stuff towards the bottom. Not bragging. Just stating the facts. If it's not your thing you could still enjoy a majority of this, but you've been warned. --Let the date begin— Emma quickly ran into Lauren’s room in anticipation of trying on the body condenser, being compressed to half her size, and needing her roommates smaller clothes to wear out. She quickly got undressed down to her panties. She looked herself over in the mirror and felt a mix of emotions. She was worrying about being deceitful to Eric, going on her date much heavier than what her pictures had shown, but wasn’t this the same thing? She lifted her belly that rested on her tree-trunk dimpled thighs and let it drop. She turned around giving her real body a once over before compressing herself to an artificial size. She just needed to be sure this is what she wanted. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror at her immense rear end, always her biggest problem area. It was so round and wide, and at her proximity to the mirror, she couldn’t even see the totality of it, her cheeks extending to what seemed like oblivion past her line of sight in the mirror. She reached back and touched on one of her soft globular cheeks and watched her tiny, feminine hand sink into it. Sure she was bigger than what her dating profile had shown, but was this truly necessary? She remembered that none of her clothes were remotely close to fitting after a particularly indulgent summer, picked up the body compression material and decided. Yes, she though, this is worth it. She pulled the body suit up past her thighs and up towards her chest. She clipped the invisible shoulder straps in and took one last glance at her chunky pear figure in the mirror. She sighed and pushed the small button on the side of the body suit and for a moment felt like all her weight was collapsing in on her. She closed her eyes and gasped as she felt the air being pushed out of her lungs. Was she too big for this? The moment of panic faded as she realized she could breathe normally. She opened her eyes and beheld a sight she had dreamed of seeing since her early teens when she first starting growing. Her fat and floppy breasts were compressed to look like a nice perky handful. Where her belly once hung below her panty line, it now looked firm and tight. The thighs that it used to rest on, large dimpled tree-trunks that were probably as big around as a slim girls waist were appear toned and thin, the slightest of a gap between them. Astounded she turned around to look at her bottom, which until just a few moments prior was like a mountain of soft blubber. In the compression material her butt now was the size of one of her real cheeks. Emma thought about all the chairs that were a tight squeeze, the airplanes, the movie theatre seats, how turning around too quick could knock something (or someone) over and smiled. Although still plump and protruding, this booty would not even be remotely as close to dangerous as before. Satisfied, she went to Lauren’s closet. Emma always though there was no need to look in her closet because of the seemingly immense size difference of the friends, but now she was curious. To the left of the closet were Lauren’s ‘fat’ clothes, comprised mostly of XL sweatshirts and XL sweatpants. Curious, Emma began to shuffle through it, when she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching. Lauren walked in, still in her pink thong, but had found her way into a skin tight see-through white tank top, her enormous breasts straining the fabric so much the entirety of her saucer sized nipples were visible. In her hands was a half gallon of Ben&Jerry’s ice cream with an assorted array of toppings. She was greedily shoving the ice cream into her mouth as she walked into the room, her belly bouncing and her breasts swaying. “Look at you! Skinny!” She exclaimed between shoving spoonfuls in her mouth. “It’s amazing isn’t it?” Emma turned and smiled at her roommate, feeling almost vindicated at her true plump figure. The feeling only amplified by watching her stuff her greedy face full of fattening ice cream. Although it was artificial, she couldn’t help but feel like the tables were finally turned in her favor. “It’s incredible, Lauren. I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this secret for this long,” Emma said. “Well like I said, I want to draw unnecessary attention and now that full scale production has begun, I figured I could let my day one be the first one to try it out in the real world… well, besides me of course.” Emma nodded, and looked back at Lauren’s wardrobe, “You still have a lot of your bigger clothes.” “Yeah, I mean I can’t wear the Skinny-Tech 24/7. It needs to be recharged and rest for a while. I usually do it at night. I keep the big clothes around just as a reminder of why I need to use it.” “I wish you would have told me! I never even bothered to ask you to borrow anything because I figured there was nothing that could fit me,” “Em, honey, I didn’t want to expose my secret! And our weight distribution is pretty different. I’m much more top heavy, and that gigantic booty of yours practically has its own gravitational field. You never brought it up; I figured it was just best to leave it alone.” “Former gigantic booty, you mean. It’s looking cute and tight now,” Emma said defensively. “That’s the beauty of it. Now, shouldn’t you be out there showing it off?” Lauren reminded Emma that she was already late for her date, but she had been so astounded by these recent developments that she had nearly forgot. She quickly found a nice blouse and shimmied into a size 10 pair of pants. The last pair she wore to work was a 24 and it was getting tight, but now she marveled at the idea that she no longer appeared ‘plus’ size. She gathered her purse, and made her way out the door, waving goodbye to Lauren who had made her way to the couch, the empty half gallon of ice cream on the table in front her, her hand moving in circles on her swollen extended belly. “Good luck!” Emma hailed a cab and made her way to several blocks to the coffee shop. She thanked the driver and exited. She was nervous, but felt a confidence pulsing through her. She opened up the door to the café, the bell jingling, and grew apprehensive as the patrons turned and looked at her. Her face turned red, as she felt the heat are their gazes, and quickly scanned the faces to find Eric. After a moment, a handsome man stood up, smiled and waved her over. She made her way to the small two person table and sat down on the tiny chair, feeling the utmost gratitude for Lauren’s Skinny-Tech knowing well the tiny chair would probably only be able to withstand one of her former butt cheeks. “So nice to finally meet you, Emma!” Eric said smiling cheerfully. “You too, Eric. It’s nice to see your handsome face in person,” Emma responded, beaming with confidence. “Aw, thanks,” he said, blushing a little, “You’re certainly beautiful yourself.” Formalities, and compliments out of the way, Eric ordered them both coffees and a piece of cheesecake that Emma insisted they split, seemingly to the chagrin of Eric. The two of them didn’t miss a beat. They discussed work, their families, funny stories, hopes and dreams for the future and seemed to have an uncanny chemistry. Both of them were smiling ear to ear, with a gleam in their eyes for the nearly the entirety of the interaction. Despite this being their first meeting, to two of them felt an incredible connection on many levels. The room around them seemed to fade into darkness, a spotlight only on the couple. Background noise faded to static as each word spoken by them seemed amplified, loud and clear. The atmosphere was magical, spectacular, but it would not last. “So, not to be a dick or anything (and I know whenever anything’s prefaced with ‘not to be a dick’ it sounds dick-y) but you don’t look like your pictures on your profile…” When Eric said this, the café in Emma’s peripherals lit up in focus, the spotlight on their tables seemed to go off as suddenly as it came on. The clatter of dishes, the choir of voices of the other customers, the coffee brewing, the jingle of people entering and exiting, all seemed like a cacophony of noise that made it hard to focus. Emma felt a wave of terror grow over her. Wasn’t this the exact thing she was trying to avoid? Had the Skinny-Tech failed? Would Eric walk out on her right this moment? Everything had seemed to be going so well, why suddenly would he bring this up? Doubt and insecurity that seemed so far away crept back into her. Eric noticed Emma’s loss for words and stammered, “No! I mean, uh, not like, in a bad way or anything. It’s just, I you look a lot skinnier than your pictures. Not that you looked fat, just, I don’t know, you know?” Emma calmed herself for a moment, trying to ignore the world around her that suddenly seemed like it was moving at a hundred miles a minute. She wracked her brain and figured she’d take a page out of Lauren’s book and tried her best to sound convincing, “Those were older pictures, I’ve recently lost a lot of weight.” Eric nodded along, but seemed obviously distraught at the news, “Yeah, I figured. But just for the record I thought you were really hot then. Super hot. Like, perfect.” “But not now?” Emma inquired both disappointed and nervously. “No! That’s not what I meant. You’re gorgeous! You’re really hot. It’s just… forget I said anything, okay? I totally feel like I killed this.” “You didn’t, Eric. I’d prefer you to be honest with me, if anything. Penny for your thoughts?” “It’s just… like… well, I kind of have a thing for bigger girls. It’s like, I don’t know, I’ve just always been attracted to them. Ever since I was little I was intrigued, and when I got older, it became more of a sexual preference. When I saw we matched on Tinder my heart literally skipped a beat. It’s so superficial, I know, but like then we talked and you seemed awesome, and tonight was awesome, and you genuinely seem like a great person. I just wanted to put my cards on the table.” “You like bigger women? Like… how big?” “I mean, realistically, like two hundred…. On the low end,” “And on the high end?” Emma felt like she was pulling teeth. “Maybe twice that?” Eric answered, unsure how to properly go about his full disclosure. “So you’re not physically attracted to me?” “No, I mean, I definitely am. Very much so. I’m just saying… it’s like… I was more attracted to your pictures on your profile, when you were, ya know, a bit bigger.” “Oh,” the disappointment was impossible to hide her in voice, but something was lurking within. Emma suddenly wanted to confess the truth, how this figure that Eric saw was artificial, that she was exactly twice the size he thought she was. This night had suddenly taken an unexpected turn, but she knew redemption was possible. She suddenly felt guilty for her deception, that maybe borrowing Lauren’s Skinny-Tech wasn’t as fruitful an idea as she had believed. “I’m sorry, Emma,” Eric explained, “ I didn’t mean for this to get weird. I’ll just get the check and we can get out of here. If you want to meet up again or anything, that’d be great, but if not, I totally understand.” Emma knew what she had to do. She could get off this roller coaster of emotions if she tells Eric the truth. Rather than explain it to him, she decided she wanted to show him. “Yeah, let’s get out of here. But let’s go back to your place.” “Uh, okay, sure,” Eric wasn’t going to question her decision. After all, he thought he had just completely destroyed all hope of ever seeing her again. He paid the bill and the two of them left the café. They picked up small talk and the mood quickly lightened on the short walk back to Eric’s apartment. Eric confirmed that Emma wanted to come in and she smiled, “Trying to talk me out of it?” “Not at all.” “Good, because I want to show you something. I think you’ll like it,” Emma said seductively. The couple was making out before they even reached the apartment. Eric’s hand ran all over her body, trying to find something soft to squeeze but it was proving rather difficult. In the throes of passion, Emma thought to herself how surprised he would soon be. Eric nervously fumbled the keys his apartment as Emma kissed him on the neck, reaching around and moving her hand lower and lower towards his manhood. After what seemed like hours he unlocked the door and the two of them burst into the apartment. Still kissing and caressing, Eric led her to his bedroom. Emma pushed him down on the bed, both of them breathing heavily, but paused for a moment. “I have to tell you something, Eric.” He jerked up nervously, watching her next move intently as she went on, “I haven’t been completely honest with you.” “Oh no, don’t tell me you have a boyfriend?” “No, silly,” she chuckled. “I don’t even fully understand it, so I can’t really explain it. But… just let me show you…” Emma unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. She took off her blouse and stood before Eric in the Skinny-Tech body suit. “Is that it? Or you going to take that leotard off too?” Eric asked playfully. “Haha, you’re cute. It’s not a leotard, though. It’s something new. My roommate invented it. What it does is… well, I’ll just show you.” Eric was sitting at the edge of the bed staring at her, eyes nearly popping out of his head. “Don’t freak out, okay? I have a feeling you’ll like it…” She proceeded to undo the invisible straps, and pressed the release button on the side, the rushing sound of air and indicator that the body suit was releasing. “That’s… fancy…?” He stammered. Emma pulled the suit off of her completely and stood before Eric in only her black lace thong. “This is the real me,” she said. Eric picked his jaw up from the floor and reached out, poking her soft flabby belly, his finger nearly disappearing in the soft vastness of it. He looked her up and down and was astounded at the transformation he had just bore witness to. This was the girl from the pictures, with another fifty pounds at least! Her soft breasts hung to either side of her wide and pudgy belly, a belly that overlapped her panty line nearly completely covering her underwear, a soft paunch that hung and connected to super-wide and chunky hips. The large paunch rested upon dimpled thighs that were incredibly huge, looking like they belonged on a woman much, much larger. Even her upper arms were bigger, soft dangling fat swaying her triceps, the lightest of stretch marks on biceps that would put a body builder to shame, only they were composed completely of squishy and succulent fat. “You’re… you’re… you’re so…” Eric muttered. “Fat. I know. I wish I had known that’s what you liked, I wouldn’t have worn this ridiculous thing, but I was so nervous and self-conscience, I just wanted to look good for you,” Emma explained. “I didn’t know I would look to you as my true self.” “I was going to stay beautiful, Emma. You’re so beautiful!” Eric stood up and wrapped his arms around the nearly 300 pound behemoth of a woman that hadn’t existed mere moments ago. It was hard to get his arms completely around her, but he managed, feeling himself mold into her soft doughy body. They kissed passionately, as he held and squeezed every luscious inch of her starting with her back fat rolls, moving to her chubby waist, down to her handfuls of hips, and around to her immense bottom. He reached under her cascading ass cheeks and felt their warmth as his hands were nearly entirely engulfed by the globular masses. He lifted them, feeling his muscles strain from the sheer weight of them, and let them drop. He felt the ripples, like shockwaves of an earthquake, move through her chunky hips, her hanging paunchy belly, and thunder thighs. “You like my fat ass, baby?” She asked seductively, as she took off Eric’s shirt and pushed him down on the bed. Standing over him she bent down and kissed his neck while she undid the button to his jeans, her long brown hair falling in Eric’s face feeling silky and smelling of a spring bloom. Eric felt the nipples of Emma’s floppy breasts grinding against his the top of his chest, and move down towards his waist as Emma slowly pulled off his jeans and underwear. She kissed his mouth and moved her lips to his chest, pausing to kiss there, then to his belly. She poked her tongue out and licked around his belly button and traced his happy trail down to his rock hard penis, licking it rhythmically as if it were a tootsie pop. “Mmm, baby,” she moaned, “This big fat girl his hungry.” “I could…ugh… fix you…oh, God… something to eat?” Eric offered breathlessly while Emma pleasured him. “Uh-uh,” she said, her mouth still full. She hesitated for a moment, “After we’re done. Right now, I’m just hungry for this cock.” She got up from her knees, Eric unable to take his eyes of this dreamlike Goddess. She turned around, showing off her immense ass and bent over. It was only from this position that Eric could see the thong strap wedged so deeply between her inches and inches of booty meat. She stayed bent over for a moment, swaying her hips back forth, the chub of her lower half jiggling, and rippling from side to side. Her legs were slightly spread, and although her monstrous thunder thighs still almost touched, there was the slightest of openings where he could see her chubby belly dangling, looking so soft, and so squeezable. She pulled her black thong off and left in on the floor, still with her back turned to Eric. She backed up towards his rock hard penis and positioned herself so that it was wedged between her ass cheeks. Eric wasn’t the most well endowed but never had any complaints of his size, but from his perspective his manhood was completely engulfed in this deep crevice of booty meat. Emma moved herself up and down, the jiggling of her ass channeled through Eric’s penis like a lightning rod. Emma had to take a few steps away from the bed to release the hold her monstrous behind had on Eric’s manhood. She turned around and climbed on top of him, putting her full weight into the act. She had never felt this secure, this free of her idea of body image, than at this moment. She felt so stupid for trying to manipulate Eric, for trying to make herself look different, all out of what – fear? Rejection? But now she could be her true self, and be appreciated. She didn’t have to worry about her size. She was quickly learning she could use it her advantage. Straddling Eric, she rode him hard. He didn’t seem to mind the nearly 300 pounds on top of him one bit. She could tell he was enjoying the view, the feel. Her floppy breasts bouncing up and down, side to side, her hanging belly slapping on his chest, her ass cheeks wobbling to and fro. She embraced all of these feelings, let that consume her, and felt erotic, and powerful. The pleasure that her big body could bring someone was reciprocated within her, making her feel so feminine, so beautiful, so ecstatic. These new found feelings of sensuality made Emma moan in pleasure, and writhe as she orgasmed, the entirety of her large body quivering like jello. Eric, who was hardly able to hold off from the onset, could not take the sheer ecstasy any longer, and with his hands kneaded deeply in the dough of Emma’s hips, her fat breast his mouth, and feeling the shockwaves through her lard as she came, busted deep inside of her in a gasp. Emma breathlessly practically fell off of Eric and laid at his side. Eric turned to face her and kissed her passionately. He placed his hand on her belly and slowly rubbed it. “That was incredible.” “It was,” Emma laughed, “But if it’s all the same to you, I’m actually really hungry. Got anything to eat?” To Be Continued.

The Doctors Visit Cindy waited patiently on the examination table, the cushion covered in paper squashed beneath her weight. Her legs dangled from the table hanging in the air a few inches from the floor. Her thighs looked enormous when she was sitting, her short shorts cutting into them, looking nearly ready to burst at the seams. Her belly hung out of her tight tank top spilling onto her lap as she leaned back on the table. Her breasts could barely be contained by the straining shirt, showing so much cleavage others in the waiting room had been uncomfortable. Her heart was beating quickly, the anxiety mounting. She had been dreading this appointment from the second she knew she had to make it. All she needed was a simple allergy prescription filled, but they insisted since it had been almost a year that she come in for a routine check-up. Cindy was healthy. She had never felt better about her life, or herself. She had a very lucrative work-from home job, a handsome and charming boyfriend, Jason, and her own apartment conveniently located above a great Italian restaurant, across the street from a pastry shop, and catty-cornered to the local bar. This past year was the best of her life financially, psychologically, and sexually. Those, however, had affected her physically. Life was good to her, and her waistline began to show it. Her work from home status allowed her to lounge around most of the day, log on to her work account, and do what she had to do in pajamas. Going out was another story. Every few weeks she had noticed another article of clothing that didn’t fit. Her job and her financial status provided her the freedom to shop whenever she pleased so she would make frequent trips, sometimes buying the same thing in multiple larger sizes. This was not without error though. In her haste to meet her friends at the bar a few week prior she grabbed a pair of jeans she believed were her current size 22, but after pulling them up in her haste, quickly realized they were much smaller. Intrigued she continued the struggle, jumping, squeezing, and sucking it in, her belly wobbling, her immense breasts bouncing of it like a trampoline and nearly hitting her in the face. She finally managed to just squeeze into them by lying down, sucking it in, and pulling with all her God given strength. She buttoned them and felt the pressure of the clip digging into her waist. Laboriously, she stood up and stared at herself in the mirror. The pants were so tight a roll of her blubbery belly hung over them. She felt the strain of every fiber, feeling them pulling apart against her immense butt and thunder thighs. As she looked at herself she felt strangely erotic, almost turned on at the sight of her bloated figure. She sighed in pleasure, and released the final bit of breath she had been holding it and heard a POP! as she witnessed the button that had been digging into her fly and ricochet off a wall. “Oh Em Gee,” she sighed to herself, the pants still super snug around her midsection, but now feeling slightly less confined after her exploding button, “I’ve gotten so fat I’m popping buttons!” She was embarrassed, but her she felt her panties getting wet. Why was she so turned on by this? Why did she find the fact that she ruined a $120 pair of jeans erotic? Or the fact that she had gained so much weight such a turn? She pondered this as the sight of the button caught her eye, lying next to her bed looking like a bullet casing that hit the floor in a crime scene. She shuffled over, the strain of her pants preventing her from walking correctly, and bent down to retrieve the button. She heard a low groan and then a sudden RRRIIIIPPPP! and felt the cool air hit her large bottom. She quickly stood up, forgetting about the button, and looked at her backside in the mirror. She was aghast to find not just a rip, but a large hole on the seat of her jeans, her black lace thong swallowed up by her soft and jiggly butt cheeks, visible through the breech. She moaned to herself in a combination of mortification and pleasure. “I guess I can’t wear these out.” Cindy slipped the busted pair off and threw them to the side of the bed between her dresser where the button had been, but not before looking at the size of the pants that she had obliterated. “Okay…” she said to herself, “so I’m not a 16 anymore.” She went back to her closet, this time checking the tags this time to make sure a similar incident wouldn’t occur and picked out the biggest pair she could find, a size 22, that were tight, but nothing compared to the previous pair. She put them on, found a cute blouse, and proceeded out for a night of food, drinking, and friends. Cindy felt a pain in her lower lip and realized she was biting down on it thinking of her mishap just a few short weeks ago. The sensuality of the memory was so fresh in her mind she had practically relived it right there on the examination table of the doctor’s office. She looked down at her protruding belly resting on her thighs and gave it a soft and sensual rub. It had become incredibly erotic to her to rub her belly, feeling the softness, feeling the tenderness, brushing over her stretch marks. It had become her favorite thing to do after a day of non-stop eating, or a night of intense beer drinking. She had nervously shared this information with her boyfriend, Jason, whom she noticed had began looking at her differently as she continued growing larger. “This is weird… but I kind of like it,” she started tentatively, after a night of bingeing not only movies, but cookies, cakes, and ice cream. She didn’t want to make eye contact as she explained her seemingly uncanny feelings about her expanding girth to her boyfriend, so instead looked down at bloated gut extending out. Jason smiled, “What’s not to like? It’s the greatest comic heroes of all time in a two and half hour epic film!” He motioned toward the TV screen. “Not the movie, you big dope!” She giggled, the tension seemingly relieved for a moment. “This…” She lifted up the shirt that was straining to contain her stomach. Her stretchy yoga pants came up to her belly button, causing a handful of fat to spill over. She pulled it out and finally felt free. She didn’t know if it was the constrain of her pants or the feelings she was sharing with Jason. Cindy gave her pudgy stretch marked belly a grab. “It feels so nice, you know?” Jason stared at her, jaw nearly on the floor, as she continued, “I’ve noticed you looking at me differently. Like a puppy dog, or something. And whenever we’re intimate, you seem to pay more attention to it…” “I’m sorry, I mean, if you don’t like it, if it makes you self-conscience or whatever I can totally just stop. Ignore it, focus on your, uh – “ he paused and looked at her voluminous breasts that had grown a minimum of two cups sizes over the course of their relationship and finished, “—other assets.” Cindy moved from next to Jason on the loveseat and climbed on top of him, straddling him, her bare belly exposed and pressing up against him. She flipped back her long, dark hair and kissed him passionately. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her love handle. “It’s a whole lot to ignore, don’t you think?” She whispered in his ear seductively, while starting to grind on him. “I know you like it, Jason. And I want you to know I like it too.” Jason moaned in pleasure, getting excited at both Cindy grinding on him and her words. His open invitation would not be declined. He grabbed Cindy by her chubby love handles and forced her down harder on him. He ran her hands over her fat tummy, his fingers sinking into the softness. He ran over her stretch marks intently, as if he was reading Braille. She whispered in his ear, “I want you to play with all of this fat.” The thought of how perfect, how intimate, how sexually liberating that encounter had been was interrupted by footsteps coming down the hallway of the doctor’s office. Cindy composed herself and sat up a little straighter, sucking her protruding gut in a as much as she could. Her heart was beating with excitement from the milestones of her sensual weight gain journey just moments ago, but now from fear and dread of the doctor. The footsteps grew louder and louder and then stopped. She heard the doorknob turn, the door creak and in walked the doctor. The doctor looked at Cindy confused, back down at the chart, and then back to Cindy. Her eyebrows raised as she subtly shook her head and went and sat at her desk and opened up Cindy’s file. Although it had been some time since Cindy last saw Dr. Annakova, she looked remarkably similar. The doctors short auburn hair was shoulder length. She was tall and her white lab coat hid most of her body, but Cindy could tell the doctor was in what would be considered exemplary shape. “Cindy Cross,” the doctor said, still facing the computer monitor, “Just a check-up, today?” She turned and looked at Cindy. She felt her stare burrow into her fat body, sizing it up, and felt her second-hand embarrassment for the once slender girl who now was proportional to a whale. “Yes, Dr. Annakova,” Cindy said, “and I just needed my allergy prescription refilled.” “Shouldn’t be a problem… Hm. I thought it was just an error by the nurse but now that I’ve seen you…” The doctor trailed off, pivoting around to face Cindy from her computer chair. “Have you been experiencing any sort of depression lately? Any anxiety? Any major life changes?” “No, Doctor,” Cindy answered, but she wasn’t naïve. She understood what the doctor was getting at but chose to play along, “Why do you ask?” “Well,” the Doctor looked back at the computer and thought for a moment, “the last time you were here was April of last year, about fifteen months ago.” “Yes?” “Well, Cindy,” the doctor looked solemnly from the computer to the chart and then back at Cindy, focusing on her belly poking out of her shirt engulfing the top of her thighs, “Do you have any idea what you weighed when you were in here last?” Probably 140. Cindy thought to herself. But she wanted to continue to play along, to beat around the bush in order to avoid any more humiliation, albeit it seemed inevitable. Instead she shook her head “no.” “Last visit you were 138 pounds on a 5 foot 7 inch frame. Perfectly healthy. But now… the reason I asked if you’ve been under stress or anxiety, you’ve put on a, well, considerable, amount of weight. 122 pounds from your last visit to be exact,” the doctor said somberly, as if she was telling someone they had cancer. “That’s an exorbitant amount of weight in under a year and a half. As you can imagine, I’m very concerned for you. I want to run some tests. If you haven’t been exhibiting any signs of mental distress I’m concerned this may be hormonal.” Cindy interjected, “I don’t really think all that’s necessary, doctor.” Dr. Annakova looked at her, “No offense.” “What do you mean, Cindy? You’re my patient. I want to do what’s best for you. Unless…” “Look, I know I’ve gained a few pounds. Life’s been good. I’m really stable, have a great relationship. I overindulge a little bit, but I’m not too concerned about it. Really, I just came for my allergy medication.” “A few pounds? Overindulged a little bit? Cindy, you’ve nearly doubled your weight!” Dr. Annakova exclaimed, her face growing red with frustration. “Do you realize how bad this is? The risks associated with your obesity?” The doctor continued explaining the risks and downfalls of rapid weight gain and obesity, the importance of a balanced diet and exercise, but Cindy tuned it out. Obesity, she thought. I’ve gotten so fat, I’m officially obese!? Why is that both disturbing and so incredibly hot? And why am I so hungry? I hope Jason takes me to Burger King after this. I could totally do a few burgers and fries. Oh! And a big chocolate shake for dessert! No, I’ll just use that to wash down the burgers and fries and then we can get a cheesecake for dessert from Nino’s downstairs. Oh God, that would be so good. I’ll be so full and he can stroke and kiss this big fat belly and make love to his big fat girlfriend, watching all this lard jiggle as I moan… The doctor finished her chastisement and stood up. “Let’s have a look at you shall we? I’d like you to remove your shirt.” Cindy snapped back from her seemingly endless thought stream of all things fat and once again felt panic. She hesitated for a moment, and looked at Dr. Annakova. She fastened the stethoscope to her ears and stated, “I need to check your heart and with all that breast tissue it’ll be hard enough. Removing a layer of clothing will help me get a better read.” Reluctantly Cindy agreed and began pulling off her shirt. Her belly was momentarily suspended as she lifted above her pendulous breasts but, once free, slapped down hard onto her thighs with a plop, ripples seismically moving through her chub. The effort of taking off her shirt had disoriented her too tight bra, and took a moment to adjust, putting as much of the mass of spilling boobage back into the cups as possible, but seemingly to no avail. The tops of her areolas still poked out of the bra, the light pink stretch marks streaking vertically from them. Once she was as adequately adjusted as possible the doctor reached over and placed the cold stethoscope between her breasts, her tiny hand being almost completely obscured. After a few moments she stopped and removed the device. “Your heart sounds fine, at least,” Dr. Annakova said. She turned her attention to Cindy’s hanging belly and gave it a pinch. “Look at this! All this fat! Do you know what these are?” The doctor poked Cindy’s stretch marks that resembled crescents that started just millimeters from her now cavernous belly button and grew larger as they expanding out towards her hips. “I think those are just marks from my mattress or something,” Cindy said earnestly, knowing well they were scars brought about by her skin stretching from her immense weight gain over a relatively short period of time. “No! These are striae! Stretch marks! Pregnant women get them when they have another human being growing inside of them! But yours are just from getting too fat too fast! I suppose you’ve gained enough weight for a whole other human being… but this is evidence! How could you not see you were getting so fat? You’re bursting out of the clothes you’re wearing, I’m sure they’re not the first either!” Cindy turned red, humiliated, infuriated, and extremely turned on, “Well, doctor, I have a very flexible income. I’m able to buy things as I need them.” “Then I suggest you take a trip, young lady. I received complaints from a patient of mine that's in here with her toddler son. The amount of skin – of fat! – you’re showing off in public is inappropriate.” “I’ll take that into consideration. Thank you. Can I get my prescription now?” Dr. Annakova scoffed as she took out her prescription pad and furiously scribbled the order. “Here it is. I want to see you in three months! If you haven’t lost weight by then I’ll no longer accept you as my patient. There are healthy eating and exercise pamphlets out front, and other resources online. Don’t do it for me, do it for yourself, Cindy. You were such a beautiful girl and now… you’re an obese fatty! Now please, go! I have other patients to see.” Cindy squeezed back into her shirt and exited the doctor’s office. As we waddled through the waiting room she caught the patients staring at her, watching her wide hips sway, the belly sticking out from under her shirt jiggle, and her boobs bounce. The woman that had complained grabbed her child and covered his eyes, but the young boy pushed her hand away and stared at her in awe. Cindy smiled to herself as she walked out and got into the passenger side of Jason’s car. “So… how was it?” He asked. “Could have been worse. I’ll tell you all about it later. Right now, let’s get something to eat. “ “That’s my girl,” Jason said as he reached over and gave her chunky thigh a loving squeeze. The End…?

***Disclaimer*** I've written a few stories before but never had the brass to post them but I'm trying new things, trying to be open minded, and open to constructive criticism (or praise!). All characters are fictional. This is a story about a couple of bigger women with poor body image thinking they need to change for a man, or society, and have help from state-of-the-art technology. But the journey is just beginning, and much bigger things are ahead...This is the first part in a multi-part series. Enjoy!*** --Before the Date-- Emma’s heart was furiously beating out of her chest. She looked around the pile of clothes stacked on her bed in a New York City apartment at the clock that read 7:54pm. She had six minutes to find something to wear and make it the coffee shop to meet Eric for their date. The though crossed her mind to cancel. It was only a tinder match, after all. Could true love really be found through a superficial app? She sat down on the bed next to her mound of clothes and breathed a heavy sigh. It was loud enough to draw the attention of her roommate, Lauren. She leaned into the doorway. “Don’t you have a date?” Lauren asked rhetorically. It was all Emma was talking about for the last few days. Although they had only chatted online, and then texted, she got the genuine impression that Eric was a one of the good guys, a rare commodity nowadays. His humor, charm, and charisma was evident in the texts he sent, the thought of a real life interaction with him was all but nerve-wracking. “I was supposed to be there – “, she looked her shoulder at the clock that read 8pm, “ – now. But I can’t find a single thing to wear!” She sighed. “I’ve got to start watching. This is getting out of control.” Emma patted her soft belly through her skin tight t-shirt and the ripples ran through her entire body like shockwaves. Lauren’s eyes lit up. She suddenly had an idea but before she could speak, Emma continued. “I wanted to lose 20 pounds this summer. I was so determined, Laur. But between the drinking, and the take-out, I must have gained at least that.” “Hey, you’re beautiful!” Lauren interjected. “You met this guy on Tinder, right?” “Yeah, so?” “Soooo… that’s about the most superficial thing there is out there. You have a few pictures of yourself, and a couple dozen words to describe you – and honestly, do you think guys read that? Don’t answer that. They don’t. They look at the pictures and swipe right or left based solely on what they see. Obviously this guy sees the beauty in you regardless of your size.” Emma contemplated this for a moment but rebutted, still dejected, “That’s the problem, Lauren! Those pictures were from 2 years and probably fifty pounds ago! I mean, I’ve never been a small girl but this guy is going to feel like I catfished him. I mean, I was thick, a little chunky then, but now, I don’t even know. I’ve been too afraid to weigh myself. I’ve outgrown most of my clothes I know it’s not going to be good.” Lauren shook her head and moved from the doorway and sat on the bed next to Emma, pushing the mountain of clothes out her way to do so. She put her arm around her and began her pep talk. “Look, you got a couple options here. You find something to wear and maybe you’re not super comfortable in it but maybe he doesn’t notice, it goes well, and it’s a big ego boost for you, or maybe he feels betrayed and walks out, in which case, why would you want to date him anyway? From everything you’ve said he seems like a decent guy. Or you can stay her and sulk and never know what happens, and that doesn’t do anybody any good.” “Ugh, you’re right, I know,” Emma said. “I just wish I could look skinnier. Just for now. Just to gauge him, you know? I don’t want him thinking I was deceitful and scare him away. It’s not really fair to him.” Lauren stood up. “There’s another option. I don’t want you to freak out, but just try to keep an open mind here.” Confused Emma looked on. “Okay…?” Lauren bent down and started taking off her shoes and began to explain, “So, you know how I would never want to go to the pool, or to the beach or anything?” “Yeah… I thought you were afraid of the water. Almost drowned as a kid or something?” “I am afraid of the water, but not because I almost drowned as a kid. Because of bathing suits.” “Bathing suits? But you’re skinny! You lost all that weight and now…” Lauren chuckled, and cut her off “That’s the thing. I didn’t lose the weight. Not a pound.” She pulled down her pants. From under Lauren’s shirt Emma saw a flesh colored, almost translucent material extending to her knees. Lauren began shimmying out her shirt, showing that it was essentially a short sleeved body suit. The material stretched at the middle of Lauren’s arms, across her chest, and down to her knees. “What… what is that? Is that… spanx!?” Emma asked incredulously. “Spanx are good for hiding a waist, but when you got a whole lot more you want to hide… no…. These aren’t spanx. You know how my dad is a multi-millionaire? Well, I had his fashion team fix this up for me a couple years back. It’s revolutionary. I have all the prototypes, but I’m thinking about investing and expanding… erm…no pun intended… production.” Emma was shocked. She stood up and looked Lauren up and down. Circled her checking her out. This figure was artificial? She couldn’t believe it. It looked so natural. So real. “Pretty neat, huh? It compresses, but it’s still breathable so you don’t, you know, feel like you’re getting crushed to death, or feel like a sausage,” Lauren explained. “It’s incredible. You look so skinny in it! I thought you’d lost a hundred pounds!” “Well, that’s what I told everyone. I didn’t want the design to leak just yet. Plus, ya know, I’m as self conscious as you are. If not worse. So I kept it a secret. But now, I think I’m ready to let you in on it. I think it’ll help you.” Emma stared at her with her mouth open, still not able to believe that a seemingly light piece of see through fabric could alter her roommates shape that much. “I…I need to see. I need to see the real you. See how this works.” Lauren looked down at her flat belly compressed in the material and sighed, “Okay. Can’t believe I’m doing this. But we’re roomies, and best friends, so here it goes…” Lauren pushed a small button on the side and it sounded like a tire releasing air. The area around the neck and arms released, loosening and revealing an upper arm that was almost twice the size it had been just moments ago. Lauren unclipped straps at the shoulders that were seemingly invisible and pulled the top part down over her chest. She held the front and back parts at her waist and pulled them down to her feet. She stood there in front Emma, topless, wearing only a thong. Emma almost gasped. She couldn’t believe the transformation she had just witnessed. Lauren’s face was exactly the same, but her body, which only moments ago she had believed was perfect, was a cascade of soft, voluminous, fat. At one time she had wished she had Lauren’s perky B cups, but was staring at large hanging double D’s, resting on top of a large, round belly. Stretch marks expanding in lightning bolt shapes from her belly button to her wide hips. Lauren’s belly hung over her panty line, with only the very bottom of her pink thong visible under the mountain of belly. Her thighs looked like they had doubled in size. Emma was jealous of Lauren’s thigh gap, but now laughed to herself, as she looked at these cellulite marked hams that squeezed together, a small roll in each of them at towards the top near her panty line. She walked around her and saw back fat rolls that, if not for their lack of nipples, would have looked like small breasts. Looking down and seeing Lauren’s rear end protruding twice as far as she had previously thought, her large cellulite filled cheeks swallowing any evidence of her pink thong. Emma reached out and squeezed the protruding cheek, feel it’s softness, lifting it up and dropping it, seeing a ripple effect throughout Lauren’s body. “Hey! Watch it!” Lauren yelled, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I just had to see if it’s real,” Emma explained. “Oh it’s real, Emma. All 250 pounds of this. Real.” Emma snapped back to reality and looked at the clock. 8:15. “Damn it! I’m late! So can I really borrow this thing?” She pleaded. “It’s all yours. As a matter of fact, keep it! I have others.” Emma hugged her roommate, their fat bellies squishing together. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m going to change and try this on… and I’ll probably have to borrow some of your skinny clothes!” “Help yourself! I’ll be in the living room. I have a date, too. With Ben & Jerry.”

Thought I'd give a little update. It's been a couple months and we've moved past these issues and are very happy with each other. It's hard for me to accept and change the image she has of her body, but I think she's slowly coming around. There were a few bombshells along the road, like when she signed up for personal training and I kind of bugged out for a while, felt like she was spitting in my face after what I had told her, but I have to understand that the world doesn't revolve around me or my preferences and supporting her and her goals is important to me and our relationship in spite of it going against everything I stand for. I prefer bigger women, but I've had to come with terms that her health and well being are more important than my sexual preferences, and since she lives a relatively sedentary lifestyle some exercise wouldn't hurt, as I'm very active into weight lifting and physical fitness (I've always found that odd, how I like to keep myself in shape but I prefer my women to be overweight). She's since fallen off the wagon with the PT, it was really expensive and her back problems flared up again, but the reason she decided to take a drastic step (in my eyes) is because a few years ago (before I met her) she had WLS. I had my suspicions, but she finally came out and told me. She lost a lot of weight over the course of a year and a half, but over the last year or so has slowly put some back on. She still wants to be thin, but is coming around to the fact that's not where her body wants to be naturally, and she even mentioned she's happy she's with a guy like me that can enjoy her fuller figure. She says she hates when I touch her belly but when we're getting intimate she pretty much allows me to do what I want because she knows how much I enjoy it and we both take tremendous pleasure in satisfying one another. The relationship is definitely moving forward and I definitely don't regret telling her anymore, but sometimes she makes off handed comments that bother me, without even realizing how it makes me think or feel like when she makes remarks after seeing a bony model in a commercial or magazine "I want to look like that." I just kind of bothers me that in this stage of our lives (mid 20's) we should be striving towards other goals for a successful and bright future. The body image issue isn't as bad but continues to rear it's ugly head every now and again but it's definitely no longer at the forefront of our relationship and I don't want to say we have no issues at all, but once we got open and honest with each other and able to communicate it helped our bond immensely. I recommend to anyone on the fence with a similar type of issue to just get it out their on the front lines and see what happens. Worst case scenario, she'll think you're a freak and you wouldn't want to be someone that has a poor idea of you anyway, right? Best case scenario she says "No way me too! Wanna order pizza?" and you live happily ever after. Realistically, it'll be somewhere in between, but for me personally, keeping something that is of importance to me bottled up, is a problem. Thanks for everyone's feedback and opinion, it means a lot to get some other perspectives on this, and Big Cutie Margot replied to me, so that's really fucking cool. I definitely got a sense of community from this post, and to know I'm not alone in some struggles that I'm not too open about in the real world is such a relief. Thanks guys (and girls!).

Thanks for all the replies guys I really appreciate it. We talked yesterday and besides some initial stiffness in the air everything seemed normal again like it's been. She reassured me that it's not a deal breaker and she was just kind of shocked initially and felt self conscious. So we'll take it day by day and like I said I'm not the type of guy that forces this lifestyle on girls I date. Its been a constant problem in each relationship I've been in where the girl realizes I'm attracted to bigger women but is still self conscious about their appearance. It's relly frustrating but I guess it comes with the territory a lot of the time in liking women of size. I just wanna MF media for unrealistic views of women affecting our generations mental well being. Wish everyone could be happy with who they are and realize there's someone for everyone.

Hey guys. Just a little background on me. I'm 25 years old, have lurked on this forum since I was about 16, and have posted only a handful of times. I'm not sure why I thought to come here with my current predicament but a light bulb went off and I figured I could at least get some input from those who share a fondness for the larger lady. That being said, I've been with a great girl for almost 5 months and she's really amazing in so many ways. After parting ways with my college sweetheart I didn't know if I could find something that special again, but I have. It hasn't been long but I really connect with this girl on every level and it's easy for me to share anything with her -- with the exception of my preference/fetish/fondness for big girls. I've been with a lot of girls of all shapes and sizes but the big girls always get me, and all of my longer term relationships have been with women that are above average because, although it's not everything, sexual satisfaction is and important part of an intimate relationship to me. See, when I'm on these sites I'm turned on by these beautiful women that range from plumper to bbw to ssbbw (as long as they have a pretty face and wear the weight in a way that I like, the number is of no matter to me really). In real life however, I'm afraid of what people would think if I was with a REALLY big girl. So I end up with plump ones, which absolutely works for me. In all of my longer term relationships the girls have managed to put on a good amount of weight but I didn't force or encourage them -- they had no idea of what I really like. It's in my nature to want to spoil, to take them out to dinner, to bake, for them, and always tell them how beautiful they are to me. Maybe subconsciously my actions are rooted in my fetish, but that's a discussion for another day. Let me cut to the chase here. It's been pretty obvious I'm a fan of bigger girls to my close friends given my track record. They have no idea the extent of it, where my preference crosses the line to fetishism, when i enjoy weight gain, feeding, weighing, out grown clothes, etc. My girl and I were discussing our darker sexual fantasies. I really didn't want to tell her mine because 1. I'm embarrassed and think it's weird, 2. think that because she's a bigger girl I'm with her just for her fat 3. think I'm not happy with her and want her to gain weight and 4. make her self conscious because if I like big girls, and I'm with her, she gets the impression she's a big girl. She told me hers though, and it's not really relevant to this discussion, so in return I spilled the beans completely. I told her I've always been fascinated with bigger women since I was little, skinny girls don't cut it for me, and the idea of a girl pigging out and gaining weight turns me on. She kind of figured the first part, that's not really a surprise for anyone that's spent even a little time with me, but she was shocked about the other parts. I explained that feeding/gaining isn't a necessity it's merely a fantasy, like hers, and I realize I can't control what someone else wants to do with their body. She was also very hurt, and became self conscious because of reason 4 stated above. I really adore her for who she is, which is what I told her, and she really isn't all that fat (she's really short, like 5'1'' so it's hard to tell maybe she's 150 tops?). She's the first one ever that I've told about the extent of this and I instantly regretted it. I feel horrible for telling her and hurting her, and now I'm afraid that I can't spoil her and take her out to dinner and do other things that we really enjoy together because she'll think I have sinister ulterior motives. I'm afraid she thinks I view her as a piece of meat. I tried telling her that yeah, she's not skinny but she's not fat either (especially in comparison to some of the girls I look at on the internet) and that she should try to look at the bright side and realize she's with a guy that doesn't need her to worrying about her weight and that goes wild for her bit of extra. The conversation is far from over but I guess I just need to vent and see if anyone has any input on this situation, or if they've been through anything similar. I really don't know what to say or how to go about it from here. I wish I never said anything. I'm scared I tarnished a good thing and hurt her and have made it awkward. Sorry for the long windedness of this, but I wanted to paint a picture of exactly where I'm coming from. Any input would be much appreciated. Thanks in advance!